Wings of Darkness
Chapter One: Meeting
Dark smirked, diving from the window of the old History building, a rolled up painting in his hands. Spotlights followed after him as he soared through the sky, his jet black wings carrying him gracefully with the wind.
He was free, finally, free of that damned wimp Daisuke. Free to be a regular teenager…with the exception of his nightly transformations into the famous phantom thief, Dark Mousy.
But during the day, Dark was merely known as Dark Niwa, the long lost, and newly found, older brother of Daisuke Niwa. At first Dark had been horrified to be called Daisuke's brother, but he'd soon seen his "mother's" meaning when she threatened to kick him out of the house, forcing him to live on his own.
Dark wasn't the kind of guy to truly work for his goods.
So he'd agreed to be the new son of the family, and had lived rather happily since then.
Below him the police were going after him at a high speed chase. Dark could hear the distant sound of helicopter wings. They were getting good at hunting him down.
"Gotta hide…" Dark murmured to himself, his dark purple eyes scanning the streets of Tokyo for a safe place to land.
There was nothing, all Dark could see was the flashing lights of the police cars and the flashed from reporter's cameras.
His thoughts flashed for only a second at Daisuke's girlfriend, Riku's, house. But no, if he ever went there again Riku would pummel him to death.
She'd never really liked Dark all that much. He couldn't, for the life of him, fathom why.
He sighed and looked around him once again, there was a small opening in the police searches by the river that he could possibly land by and transform back into a regular hot teenager.
Dark soared towards the opening, thanking the heavens that he was wearing all dark clothes and not white like Krad had always worn.
He also thanked God that Krad and Satoshi were in England for the next couple of days. Finally Dark could be at peace for at least a while.
He made it into the clear skyways where there were no police and began to set down under the bridge…when something caught his eye.
Dark jumped back high into the air, just as something large, about his size a little smaller, hurtled itself at him.
"What the fuck?" Dark hissed, turning around in mid-air to see what had attacked him.
Nothing was there.
"Whoa." Dark mumbled. "You're loosing it Dark…no late night partying for you anymore." Suddenly, Dark realized something.
He wasn't holding the painting, the one he'd just stolen, anymore.
He let out a cry of frustration and looked below him…only to se the painting falling swiftly towards the river.
"Shit!" Dark gasped, his large glossy wings beating rapidly as he dove towards the water, his hand outstretched for the piece of history.
Just as Dark was about to reach the painting, he was seconds away from it, something black flashed in front of him, and the painting was gone.
"What the-" Dark hissed, stopping himself just before he hit the water. "Where?" "Looking for something?" A feminine voice said from behind him.
Dark gasped and spun around, his eyes almost falling out of his socets when he saw who had spoken.
It was a girl, a very beautiful girl. She had long glossy black hair that fell in light waves past her shoulders, framing her face nicely. She had bright blue eyes that reflected the moonlight. She wore a short black spaghetti strap dress that fell well above her knees in a pleated skirt, hugging her curves, coughing Dark to shiver. She worse black knee-length boots that clung to her legs like a second skin. But the thing that caught Dark's attention most, was where she was in front of him.
Over the water.
Large glossy black wings sprung from her shoulder blades…exactly like Dark's.
"Who are you?" Dark asked, taking in her full look with hungry eyes. Hey, he was known to be like that, and he was going to live up to his reputation.
She smirked, following where his eyes went. "I know who you are. The famous art thief Dark Mousy. Impressive," Her eyes looked him over. "Very impressive." His eyes flashed with amusement. She was checking him out now? Nice.
"But," She said suddenly, turning his attention back to her. "I must be going now. Thanks for the painting, I've never been very good with getting past the police guards." Dark, suddenly remembering she'd stolen his painting, clutched his fists together. "I don't think so. I stole that painting so it's mine." "And I stole it from you." The girl laughed. "So I guess we're even." Dark glared at her, regardless of her looks, she'd stolen from him, and he wasn't about to let her get away with it.
He swooped towards her angrily, his hands outstretched to grab her.
With a snap of her fingers a wave of black feathers surrounded Dark, twisting around him like a tornado.
Dark covered his eyes with his sleeve, "Fuck…she is like me. Well two can play at that game." His eyes flashed and another wave of black feathers appeared out of nowhere, but these were Dark's own attack, and it knocked the girl's tornado from him.
He broke free of the vortex and turned, looking for the girl.
She was already flying away, the moonlight reflecting off her wings eerily.
"You aren't getting away that easily!" Dark hissed, flying after her with surprising speed.
The girl heard him coming just as he reached her. Startled, she turned and gasped. She tried to dive to the side, but Dark reached out and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her small frame against his own body.
"Give me, the painting." Dark glowered at her.
She was struggling against his tight grip, pushing at his chest and kicking at his legs, her wings flapping madly, trying to push him away from her. "Let me go!" Dark smirked, she was much cuter up close.
But now wasn't a time for flirting.
"Give me back the painting and I'll let you go." He hissed.
"No fucking way, I need this." She snapped, her palms pushing on his chest. She was a lot stronger than Dark had thought.
"Fine." Dark sighed, lifting his free hand and snapping his fingers.
A thick rope of black feathers appeared from behind Dark, tying themselves around the girl's black wings, constricting them to her body.
Once she was completely tied down and unable to fly, Dark let her go.
And she plummeted towards the river.
She screamed, trying desperately to break free from the ropes., but was unable to. "Okay! Okay! I'll give it back!" She shrieked just as her feet hit the water.
Dark grabbed her hands quickly and pulled her up just before the rest of her could sink into the icy water.
"Now that we have that settled." Dark smirked, snapping his fingers, the ropes were gone. "Give me the painting." The girl sighed and handed him the painting, her eyes angry. "Take it." Dark smirked and snatched the old painting form her. "Thanks a lot. Now that business is over…" She shot a death glare at him and hovered a few feet away from him. "Sorry but, not this time Mousy." Dark smirked. "Awe too bad, you're really missing out." Dark could have sworn he saw her blush.
"Y-You wish." She stammered, her hands clenching into tight fists. "I would never-" She suddenly cut off, her eyes wide in shock, the sound of a gun breaking the night's silence.
Dark looked at her, what was wrong? Had she… She pressed her hand to her waist, when she brought it back her fingers were covered in a dark red blood. "O-Oh." She murmured.
Dark scanned the shoreline for signs of police, there were none.
But he saw something move to run up the bank.
"Oh no you don't!" Dark hissed, darting through the air towards the mysterious shooter. Why had he shot at the girl?
It took seconds for Dark to reach the person. It was a man, no older than thirty.
He gasped when Dark swooped down on him, lifting him off the ground and above the water.
"W-What are you doing?" The man shouted, staring in horror at the dark water below him. "L-Let me go!" "Why were you shooting at us?" Dark hissed, he looked to where the girl was, but she was gone. She must have fallen into the water. He'd have to hurry. "Why?" The man started to laugh, almost insanely. "I'm sure you'd like to know." Dark sighed and let go of the man, only holding onto the neck of his jacket.
The man screamed. "No! P-Please! I-I can't s-swim!" "Well then you'd better start explaining or you're going to have to learn, fast." Dark retorted, shaking the man slightly.
"Alright! You don't d-deserve to live!" Dark rolled his eyes, he'd heard that many times before. "Why?" "Your kind, you and Kyari, you all must die! We'll make sure of that!" Dark glared at the man. "All of us? There are more? Tell me!" He shook the man again, but this time he didn't scream. Instead, he pulled out his gun…and put it to his own head.
"Hey what are you doing?" Dark shouted reaching down for the gun. It was too late, he'd pulled the trigger.
"Ugh!" Dark cried, dropping the man into the river. "Sick fuck!" What had he meant? Who was he talking about? Who wanted "his" kind dead?
Dark's mind suddenly flashed to the girl. What had happened to her.
Quickly, Dark swooped over the water's surface, at first there was no sign of her, but then he saw something on the far bank of the river.
Quickly, Dark moved towards the figure lying on the rocks. It was the girl.
She was unconscious, her clothes and wings were soaked, her eyes shut tightly, blood pooling around her on the rock, a small stream of it flowing into the water.
Dark knelt beside her, putting his finger on her neck. There was a pulse, she was alive.
What should he do, take her to the hospital?
"Oh yeah, that would work." Dark groaned. "Oh yeah, I found her by the river, someone shot her. Don't mind the wings though, she probably just came from a party. Oh they aren't coming off? Guess not." He sighed, that would never work.
The only place that he could bring her was home.
"Awe man!" Dark sighed, gently lifting the girl into his arms. He flew off the rocks, she was shivering, her skin ice cold. "Why am I always the good guy?" To say that Dark's mother was surprised would be an understatement. When Dark burst through the front door, still transformed in plain sight, with an unconscious girl in his arms also with wings, she almost had a heart attack.
Not to mention Daisuke, who had fallen off the couch.
"Can someone please just fucking help me?" Dark shouted. "She's going to die if she doesn't get some help! I can't make her wings go away!" Emiko Niwa had already gotten over her initial shock of seeing her "son" and the girl and had rushed off to find the first-aid kit.
"So," Daisuke said, following Dark upstairs to his room. "How did you find her? What did you do?" "Get your mind out of the gutter Daisuke!" Dark growled, setting the girl gently on his bed. "She was the one who attacked me! How was I supposed to know she was going to get shot by a psychopath suicidal person!" Daisuke's face went chalk white. "You mean…someone shot her? You didn't hurt her…or anything?" "No fucking duh! You think I'd bring her home if I hurt her?" Dark growled. "No! She'd still be in the river!" "No wonder she's all wet." Daisuke said.
Dark rolled his eyes. Daisuke wasn't the brightest person in the world.
"I supposed we should get her out of her wet clothes." Dark sighed. "Or she'll catch a cold." "You aren't going to lay one hand on her Dark Niwa!" Emiko shouted from the doorway, a large box in her hands full of first-aid stuff. "You and Daisuke out! NOW!" Daisuke didn't have to be asked twice, he was out of there in no time flat.
Dark sighed. "Fine." And with that he walked out of the room, leaving his mom to tend to the wounded girl.
"Kyari…" Dark said under his breath as he walked slowly down the stairs. The man had said Kyari desevered to die. Was that girl Kyari?
Okay! R&R hope you liked it!
